Hantei flicked his eyes away from the stars back to Maneshi as he hemmed and hawwed, before outright requesting a gateway from the camp. "Of course, Maneshi. I wouldn't want you to have to experience walking," the monk said, a light note of derision in his voice. He stood up, swining the naginata off his shoulders point down, and stuck it into the ground. "Judging from what I have seen of the maps of this place, it strikes me that the stones are close to Mizu no Kuni," he said, giving Maneshi a pointed glance. "The one in the ocean," he explained, hopefully unnecessarily. He hadn't paid much attention to what the rest of them had been studying – if they had at all – in the last year.
He reached out with his will, his power, his determination, focusing it all in the space between himself and Maneshi, and spawned the anamoly. Shaped like a circle, it was a bridge through space itself, folding that almost incorporeal concept, shaping it as Hantei willed it. Faintly, the sound of waves could be heard going through it. Or is that just my imagination? He exhaled a breath he didn't know he was holding, and commanded the man through. "Go now."
Once the masked man was through the gates he would turn to face the rest of his band. "As I was saying, it is time to marshal our forces. There have to be some warriors, even if small in stature and repute, in this land that we find ourselves in. They can begin their own kind of reconnaisance, I think – on the strength of the warriors we may encounter, and what kind of techniques they will possess." He looked, again, at each of them, wondering what their thoughts were on the matter. Only a fool didn't listen to counsel when it was so readily available – even if their mind was, more or less, made up.